Some Sort of Love Story

Emergency

Gren's P. O. V.
I started to get up about ten minutes after I collapsed into the cave. I looked over at the other figure in the space and to my dismay, it was Coal. My worst enimy. He was looking at me as I struggled to get to my feet. In the end, I just crumpled back to the ground in defeat. My sprained ankle burning under the pressure I had put on it. I rolled over onto my back and sat up, scooting back to the other wall in the cave across from Coal. As soon as he saw me moving he moved further to the other wall, pulling his sword from it's sheath. I did the same. Suddenly my ankle twisted down from me putting pressure on it again. Searing pain shot up my leg and into my side. I sucked in a breath and a black haze closed around my eyes as I passed out.

Coal P. O. V.

With my back pressed against the wall across from my arch nemesis, I watched as his ankle rolled and he dropped onto the ground without a sound. His face was pale, but it almost looked blue. Against all of my instincts, my morals kicked in and I rushed over to him. He was still breathing, that was good. I dragged him by his shirt over to the fire, and looked at his ankle. It was brused and swollen. Using my limited knowledge of medical science I figured it was at worst broken. I grabbed my medical kit, and splinted his ankle with some bandages and two sticks from the pile of firewood, then I placed his head on his satchel, and moves back to the wall as he started to wake up.